I think I'm going to be sick...

I am absolutely, thoroughly, completely, fully (and redundantly) overwhelmed right now. There have always been those occasional times in my life when I feel as though every sphere is bloated and screaming for my attention—from work to church to relationships to finances to health—but right now seems like the worst ever. I feel like the life force has been sucked out of me.

Because I am a glutton for punishment, I committed to serving on a second ministry leadership team at church. Okay, that’s not true, I do want to serve in this second ministry, but I attended my first meeting yesterday and I’m already concerned about stretching myself too thin. A couple weeks ago, when my life looked like something resembling normal, I took on a freelance writing assignment that I’m now wishing I’d declined. There are relationships in my life making my head spin—in good ways and in bad—and as is the case with relational issues, my hyperanalytical brain won’t shut off at night. I’m averaging a bedtime of 1:30a.m., and an actual eyes-closed time of 3a.m., which in turn is seriously affecting my 5a.m. workouts! My checking account is as paltry as always. My mother keeps begging me to help clean out her storage locker. I’ve got a calendar full of birthday parties, engagement parties, wedding showers, weddings, surprise parties, concerts, scrapbook nights, leadership meetings, blah, blah, blah—all of which should be fun but isn’t looking more fun than sleeping at this point, to be honest. On top of all this, I’m in the thick of production on the magazine’s biggest issue ever (24 pages beyond our previous record), and the stress cloud around my head is actually visible to my coworkers. I keep telling people that if my second-story office window could open, I would have thrown myself out days ago.

I feel nauseated.